Charles had a wild hunch-was it Clara again?

"Who are you looking for?" he asked.

"My wife, Clara."

"Oh, your wife." The words slipped out casually, but then he practically squeaked, "Wait, who? Your wife? Since when did you get married? Who's the unlucky woman who'd marry a stiff like you? Oh, Clara-what?! Clara again?!"

He realized he'd let something slip and reached for his pen to knock some sense into himself, but the guy on the other end must've picked up on it, because the call cut off right away.

Charles swore under his breath and tried calling back, but no answer.

Man, that guy was sharp-just one slip and he already figured someone was looking for him.

Putting his phone away, Charles headed upstairs, dragging the doctor along to Clara's room.

"Heal her. Do whatever it takes, just wake her up, now."

neck. "Young master, I

you have any medicine or

people would've lost consciousness that night. Her willpower is scary, honestly. Back in the underground fight club, plenty of grown men went down after getting hit with this

Clara on

over. "Clara, you're finally awake! Do you know who I am? Wait-do you know who you are? You're not...

slowly, looking around the room before her

doctor watched her carefully, something about her eyes making him uneasy

Clara looked at Charles and called

finally clicked, he grabbed the doctor and pulled him out into the

his voice low and urgent. "What the hell? Is she brain-damaged now?

"Right now, she thinks you're her brother, which isn't actually a bad thing. You

most-she'll recover. She's

dogs, listened to his two older brothers, and couldn't be

Clara get used to having me as her brother

warned, "Just

brought over from the Chesters, originally to look after the two eldest. If anything ever

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